Nov 15, '18
Sleep, dear.
Just a nap,
Proves end's near.
Blowpipe
My strife
Lungs know,
Pieta's glow.
Down
Glass crown
Fell
Broke - yeah I'm so
To whom?
As if I know?
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Saola gets psychedelic on rainy days. This blog is a byproduct of an idle mind trying to locate its muse.
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